Sheâs got this cowboy hot and bothered
A week in Montana at the Sundance Ranch is exactly the break Hannah Hastings needs. No dry, dusty Texas. No painful reminders that sheâs not the son her rancher father wanted. Plus there seems to be no shortage of dead-sexy cowboys in Blackfoot Falls...especially one tall, dark drink of delicious in a Stetson.
Hannah was just hoping for a little sexy fun. She never expected Seth Landers to rock her worldâor just how much sheâd love being in his. But disputes over government land are growing heated in the small Montana town. And Hannah is being drawn into a war she canât win. One where finally gaining her fatherâs approval may mean losing the cowboy she canât help falling for...
âI shouldâve taken you straight to the Sundance.â
Hannah gaped at him. âNo way. And miss this?â
âDonât worry. In a week youâll see your fill of stars.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â Hannah said.
Seth cupped her face with one hand and deepened the kiss, their tongues touching and stroking each other. His hand moved to her neckline, and he toyed with the fabric before dipping his fingers just underneath, just enough to tease.
She trembled when his mouth left hers and his lips blazed a damp path down the side of her neck.
The temptation was there. She could feel his tension, his indecision, his restraint.
Oh, God, how she wanted to touch him. But she didnât dare. His mouth was hot and hungry, his skin feverish. His warm, rugged scent surrounded her. It was all going to her head.
Stepping just one toe over the line would be all it took. They wouldnât stop.
And there would be no turning back...
Dear Reader,
Iâm happy to say Blackfoot Falls, a kissing cousin to the Rocky Mountains, is still alive and kicking, and waiting for you to pay a visit. In this story youâll be bumping into quite a few characters you already know from the Sundance and Whispering Pines ranches, as well as a handful of townsfolk who keep the rumor mill well-oiled. To add to the fun and mayhem, youâll also meet a new troublemaker whoâs mixing it up with the old ones.
After writing sixteen books set in Blackfoot Falls, itâs amazing how attached Iâve become to the town and its cast of characters. Although some of them would tell you otherwise and theyâd have a point. When I started writing someone we havenât seen in a while, I got annoyed with myself. How could I have left Barbara McAllister on the sidelines for so long? Completely unforgivable!
And then we have the hero and heroineâSeth and Hannah. I generally form bonds with all my characters, though on many different levels. When Hannah met Seth, I knew these two were destined for a happy-ever-after, and no interference from me would change their destiny. Not that I wanted to keep them apart. I can honestly say that at the end of the book, I felt as though I was saying goodbye to two very good friends. I didnât want them to leave. But of course theyâll be with me for a while...making me smile.
I hope they make you smile, as well.
Regards,
DEBBI RAWLINS grew up in the country and loves Western movies and books. Her first crush was on a cowboyâokay, he was an actor in the role of a cowboy, but she was only eleven, so it counts. It was Houston, Texas, where she first started writing for Harlequin, and now she has her own ranch...of sorts. Instead of horses, she has four dogs, four cats, a trio of goats and free-range cattle on a few acres in gorgeous rural Utah.
This is for my editor, Laura Barth, whoâs been with me for the whole series, through thick and thin, for better or for worse, and for Oh, my God, Iâm never going to finish this book!
And please, no one tell her, but Hannah is a little like Laura in some ways. Thatâs all Iâm saying.
Thanks also to Jo Leigh, my partner in crime and plotting.
1
âIâVE STAYED OUT of trouble for six years,â Hannah Hastings said, shaking her head, resigned and not nearly tipsy enough. âAnd now youâre going to make me do this, arenât you?â
âOf course I am.â Rachel grinned at her. âGet up there before someone beats you to the mic.â
âGee, that would be a shame.â Sighing, Hannah pushed back in the old oak chair. âNo pictures.â
âYeah, right. Okay.â
âI mean it. Put your damn phone away. Weâre not stupid college kids anymore.â
âNo?â Rachel burst out laughing.
âI havenât taken a vacation in four years,â Hannah muttered. âAnd I decide to come all the way to Montana to see you. Iâm such an idiot.â She drained the last of her watered-down margarita, then got to her feet, glaring at the small makeshift stage next to the jukebox. âWhatâs wrong with you people? Who does karaoke night anymore?â